Fairy tales are more than true: not because
they tell us that dragons exist, but because
they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
- G. K. Chesterton
.Chii.
23rd March (same as Minekura Kazuya-sensei)
21. Dragon. Aries. Atheist. Cynic. Lamer. Perfectionist. Packrat. Ngee Ann Pri. School choir.
Tanjong Katong Sec. School choir. Temasek Poly. Logistics & Ops Mgmt. · · ·
The University of Newcastle (PSB Academy, Singapore campus). BA of Communication.
.Wishlist.
48 hours each day.
iPod nano 2nd gen skin and pouch.
Ugh. I didn't realise it was Friday the Thirteenth until YL told me in the middle of my rant about how sluggishly efficient bus 15 was.
Although, not much bad stuff happened today after my run-in with that dumb bus. I knew there was logic for not being superstitious.
*Ahem* Something really good and unexpected happened today! I saw that eye candyAGAIN! Go read this entry if you're confused by me.
Talk about proximity! We almost had to be stuffed in the same tiny lift together (my eyes have selective sight at strange times and they insisted quite vehemently that the other people between us DO NOT exist)! Alas, he had to forgo taking the lift because he's with a group of people I'm assuming to be his classmates and so they decided to wait for the next lift together.
DAMN! I knew there was another reason why I hated the lifts being so small.
And I abruptly remembered another highly embarrassing snippet of my Primary school memory. I couldn't believe how I could just forget those, especially when they had been highly nerve wrecking back then. Of course, it had to involve that guy. Like- duh- thanks to him, all my almost thankfully forgotten pre-pubescent past are resurfacing without my permission. Great, I had to relive that *facepalm* moment again eight years after.
Anyway, I am suddenly in the oldies mood, again. That was sort of brought on by MediaBizRadio, the radio station run by TP's Communications and Media Management students, and played in our Business school canteen. Somehow, they like to play horrible so-called "hip-and-in" songs of the twenty-first century during peak hours and in contrast, nicer songs of the past, when the place is near-empty.
So, as I was saying, I heard this old song while wasting brain cells on my LOMe project in the canteen during non-peak hours: